After a few minutes she stopped and left the table as all three of us were done eating.As soon as I had put my plate and cup away, I went looking for ...er. I found her, and my cousin, in the living room, organizing the Christmas presents under the Christmas tree. At this point I was only thinking about what she and I could do, and where, and how long I would have to wait for it. Hoping that she had not just turned me on for fun, as a joke or something. “There you are”, she said. “Come over here. She looked at him a bit oddly, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, Luke. I thought you of all people would have known. Riley isn't here."Damn. "Do you know where I could find him? You know, to catch up on old times," he explained as if he and the other man were still old buddies."Luke, Riley isn't here because he-" she pushed at her eyeglasses and glanced away. "Well, this is awkward, isn't it? Luke, Riley died a few years ago. I'm sorry. I thought you knew. I could have sworn I remembered seeing. She helped me out of them as she sucked my cock, her mouth being a little noisy. I pushed her down and straddled her chest, beginning to fuck her mouth in earnest. That’s when I heard my buddy’s wife call out for her. I took my dick out of her mouth so she could tell her she’d be out in a minute or two. Once that was said I thrust back past her lips. She had one of those super soft mouths that seemed like it was made of hot, wet, silk. I flipped her arms out to her sides and trapped them. I saw her eyes drift over Carrie’s body.“It’s nice to meet you,” my father said robotically, but with a smile. That was dad: always keeping up appearances.“Oh!” Carrie threw her hands up. “How rude of me! Michael should be home. I’ll let you in.” She thrust her hand into her pocket, turning her body toward Hannah, who approached warily. “Oh, hi there!” she chimed. “Are you Michael’s sister?”“Yes, and you are…?” she pretended not to have been eavesdropping.“Carrie.” My girlfriend pushed her.